Alright, as a huge SY fan (my name is a bastardization of Sonic Nurse), I need the story. Pronto.
So, I booked him for this show that you can hear:
If you listen at some point he thanks, "Jon," that's me. I picked him up from the Airport and we went to dinner. Then I dropped him at his hotel. The next morning he called and I picked him up and we had breakfast and I took him record and book digging all day. Whenever one of us would come across Whipped Cream and Other Delights we'd go, "hey, arent you looking for this one?"
We had a very timely discussion about vinyl vs digital music that I remember fondly.
The craziest small world part is that in downtown Boulder we ran into Justine Frischmann(of elastica and suede) and they'd toured together before!
So, the guitar is mine. Thurston came with an electric and he asked if I knew someone with an acoustic he could borrow. So I grabbed mine and he tried it and said, "is it cool if I put it in a really weird tuning?" "I'd be honored."
Jello went on last, and I was in the green room with Thurston and my buddy Dan who helped put the show together. It was Thurston playing guitar and my buddy Dan drunkenly singing SY songs he only remembered like half the words to.
At some point while that was happening. There was a sharpie on the table. And I just asked Thurston if he'd sign my guitar. He said, "it'll probably make it less valuable." "I don't plan to sell it." And he signed it, with his friend autograph. I saw him sign for 50 people over a couple days there, and he signed them all as Thurston Moore. But mine he signed as just Thurston.
The next day I took him to beat poet Anne Wadman's house and looked at personal photographs of Ginsberg, Kerouac and Bob Dylan in Greenwich Village. I sat on the couch between Thurston and Anne and they discussed the history of 20th century American poetry and I was just a fly on the wall.
So I got on the list for a handful of SY shows after that. Including Lolla that year. Where they also played an aftershow at the Empty Bottle and I hung out with the whole band until like 4am.
The day after the show Thurston and I were sitting in his hotel lobby just chatting and waiting for something. Some fans came up and talked to us and had posters and asked Thurston to sign and I was like, "oh yah you were at the show!" And asking questions about if they liked it and then one kid is like, "umm, would you sign it to?" "Yah man!" And then the next 5 or 6 people who Thurston signed for he turned and handed it to me when he was done. There's some people with autographed posters and I wonder who they thought I was. "This is Thurston Moore and umm...Jello Biafra maybe?"
So that's my story. They are all super lovely people.
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